The Wicked End.

You were walking in the cafeteria merrily....smiling at your friends who were busy filling their stomachs. What a good day! What could possibly spoil such a nice scene?

As you proceeded outside the area, a burly figure caught your eye. You turn your head to the right.

Oh My Goodness.

It's him!

You quicken your pace in an attempt to get away from him. But you know it's probably too late. But it ain't over till the fat lady sings, so you try anyway.

"Damn it, I should have gotten that haircut yesterday!"

You steal a glance behind you and to your horror, his eyes are tracking you down like a robot. You could almost feel your spirit leaving your body.

"C'mon, just a few more feet to safety!"

Your brisk pace turns into a panicked jog.

"Almost there!"


"YOU!"


For a brief moment, the Earth stops spinning. The birds are silent. Everything around you freezes. You try to move your legs but they refuse to budge, as if paralysed by some unseen force. It didn't take long before you realize what has just taken place. A force had been unleashed.

A God-granted gift of a superhuman voice box.

A sound that defies the laws of physics. It is the only sound that travels in the speed of light.

It is so powerful that scientists claim that the induced shockwaves reverberate around the globe several times before dissipating.

There are many terms that students call it.....

The Death Sound, Chew's Got'chu, Mini Big Bang etc.

But they all signal the same thing...your demise.

Although still shaken, you turn around, to see a face that would even make a grizzly bear cower.

A face that said, "I'm gonna tear you into pieces, grind you and make patties."

You slowly made your way to him...thinking deeply along the way.

"Sigh. So much for life. I haven't even gotten married."

"I guess I want a teak coffin with gold handles on it. Yeah, that would be great."

Dead man walking.

You stop right in front of him. Your heart beats like a machinegun, sending endless flows of adrenaline in your blood. Fight or flight, says your brain. Neither will work here of course. Either choice will instantly entitle you as the most flattest object on Earth.


"COME WITH ME TO THE DISCIPLINE ROOM."


You proceed on towards the dreaded room. You recall the tales of students entering the room, never to be seen again.

He swings open the door and goes in.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? COME IN!"

You swallow the lump in your throat.

"Why? Why must my life end like this? I'm too young to die!"

"Mommy, I promise I will always watch over the family. Meep-Meep, be a good dog and don't piss Daddy off, literally. And Catherine, I will always love you. I will come back to haunt you...in the name of love."

"Here goes nothing."

You slowly enter the room.....

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Sorry, I couldn't continue the story. Too scary.

You must be thinking, "Why this bloody caveman always writing toopid stories?"

Well, I don't have much to blog about. =(

Sorry, larhh.

There is ONE incident though.

Yep, during EP lesson yesterday, 4/6 got a first-hand look at how not to handle glass tables.

For those people who didn't know what the heck was going on...here's the poop >>>

There was not enough space for all of us around the table. So, somebody suggested we moved the table so there's more seating areas.

Baaaaaaaaad move.

Qat and QT Pie (identities are kept secret as the involved are minors) carried their table in reverse and the glass thing just slid off and before we knew it, we were all in Shame Island.

Well, they are not to be blamed anyway. Qat has been cursed by TioChickenPox (not real name) and even to this day, the bad luck curse lives on.

Excuse my superstitious-ity, but following that table incident, he broke a few other things. Someone give him a break!

Well, that's all for today's dose of nonsense. Look out in the next century for a new update!